Survive For Me

Chapter 14: Burned Alive

Empty eyes.

I couldn't turn my head away. I was physically incapable of moving. She stared at me. I stared back. Her body was mangled beyond repair. Her poor throat was still slit. A puddle of red liquid surrounded her. I didn't know whether to cry or scream. This was the worst torture. Staring at my momma's dead eyes, hoping she would come back. But they remained motionless, still clouded over.

The door banged open and my father down the steps again, to visit me I suppose. I noticed it was completely dark outside. How long had he kept me down here?

"Hello Leonora," he crouched down next to me, turning my head to face with him. "Did you miss me?"

Not one bit, you monstrous cunt! I wanted to scream at him, but I knew from experience he would just break me, so I kept my mouth shut.

"I bet you did," he cooed at me, before glancing over at my momma's body. He sighed shaking his head. "She always did have a problem with authority. I should have killed her years ago."

He suddenly turned back to me.

"Do you know how I found you Leo?"

I honestly didn't. I thought I was free.

"I have very loyal followers all over the place. And when you so wrongfully escaped me, well, I asked them to keep a look out. It was just my luck that you stumbled into Volterra. I know about those men jumping you Leona. Those were my men. But unfortunately, like the disobedient bitch you are, you escaped them while they were busy calling me to tell me the wonderful news about my the location of my daughter. But luckily one of them managed to see you stumble into a very beautiful clock tower before you disappeared completely."

Without warning, he kicked me in the stomach. I tried not to cry or scream. Knowing it would only turn him on more.

"And when I got there, my ever so loyal boys... had been ripped apart. Piece by piece. Someone had obviously tracked them down and retrieved your belongings..."

Realization struck me hard. It was Felix. He had tracked down those men for me and retrieved my belongings. Felix. I would miss him. He was my protector and friend.

"I see you're very good at making friends in high places Leona. I'm not stupid, I know if I tried to take you back, I would end up like them. So I waited for them to throw you out like the dirty whore you are. And waited. And finally my patience wore thin. Your mother especially knew how I hated to wait. So I caused a distraction, sent some of my best men out to the city and... stirred things up a bit."

He laughed as he smacked me across the face. I could feel the red liquid slowly seep out of my mouth and land on the concrete floor beneath me.

"I managed to find an unused entrance and by a miracle, it lead straight to you. I could hear mumbling to yourself. And so, like the good father I am, I have decided to give you a choice."

He roughly pulled me up by my tattered shirt. He teased one of the buttons before popping it open.

And then another button. And another. Until my shirt was just barely hanging on. My eyes widened in horror when I realized what he wanted me to do. No. Please no.

"You can either strip naked and please me like I know you want to, or you can end up like your mother," he cooed into my ear as he snaked his hand towards my pants, popping the button open before roughly ripping my jeans off of my body.

"No!" I screamed. My father had done terribly things to me but never has he ever attempted to rape me before. But that was before my mother had died. He would never hesitate to rape her if he wanted that pleasure. And since mother wasn't here no more... he was going to use me instead.

I reached across and smacked him in the face, trying to get him to stop ripping my clothes. That did it. He snarled in anger before he grabbed my neck with both of his hands and began to suffocate me.

Gasping and struggling for breath, I kicked underneath him, trying desperately to get him off me, when I saw something behind his hunkering form that made me freeze.

Empty eyes.

My mother's empty eyes stared back at me. If I died, then I would see her again. We could then be together forever. We could laugh and play. We would be somewhere father could never follow.

I slowly stopped struggling, until I just laid there underneath my father. The man that was supposed to love me and protect me and my mother.

Black spots started to appear in my vision.

I closed my eyes and prepared to face my inevitable death. I know remembered what the nightmare was about. It was about my father finding me. Only in my dream I didn't give up. I tried my hardest to escape him but he won eventually. Maybe that was a sign that I was supposed to give in sooner. To save myself further from his torment. I would rather end up like mother then let him violate me. Just the thought of having my own father rape me...

Aro, Caius and Marcus were the only ones who had ever... and I would not let anyone else.

I forget about them. If I were to die I would leave them behind as well. I would never hear their voices whisper in my ear as they made me feel so loved.

Was I selfish enough to do that to them? Could I leave them behind to save myself and be with my mother? Is there a chance I could make it past this? I looked over his back again.

Empty eyes.

I didn't want my eyes to be empty. I didn't want to die like my momma. I didn't want empty eyes.

Making a snap decision, I spat a mouthful of blood onto his face, directly into his eyes.

"You ungrateful cunt!" he screamed in anger as he took my head in his right hand and slammed it as hard as he could onto the concrete floor. I yelled in pain and sent a well aimed kick right into his erection. He fell to his knees clutching himself before crying for his guards.

They stormed the room before two of them grabbed me by the tops of my arms and hauled me to my feet. My head started spinning as I struggled to stay focused on my father, watching as he struggled to his feet.

He came over and smacked me in the face, "Well, if this is how you're going to treat your father, then I'm going make sure you burn in hell with your whore of a mother."

He gestured towards her body and one of his body guards grabbed the rotting corpse and hauled it over his shoulder before following my father out of the room.

I cried out in surprise when a black bag was suddenly thrown over my head and I was forcibly dragged up the stairs, my bloody knees bashing against each one, until they hist the soft grass.

I was dragged for quite a while. I struggled the whole time, looking for a way out. But because of my inability to see, I knew the chances of escaping were highly unlikely. I absentmindedly wondered what father was going to do to my mother... but quickly pushed that thought away. I didn't want to know if I was honest.

Then, without warning, we stopped. I felt my father grab me from his men before he dragged me over somewhere with uneven ground, roughly shoving me until I was against something. He grabbed my hands and tied to, what I presumed to be, a stake of some sort, before binding my feet as well.

I gasped as the black bag was removed from my head. I frantically looked around to see I was in some sort of clearing. The moon was hung up in the sky, shining proudly, illuminating my father's hideous face for me. I realized I was tied to a wooden stake and I was standing on a bunch of cut up pieces of wood.

"You're just like your mother," he said, in a false tender voice as he reached up with his grimy hand and stroked my cheek. "Beautiful... smart... and a disobedient cunt," he sighed sadly before he walked towards a pile of wood.

He nodded at one of his men and said man began to pour gasoline all over it, dousing the wood thoroughly. Afterwards he lit a single match and carelessly threw it at the wooden planks. It was alight instantly.

He walked over to where my mother's body was thrown on the ground. Without hesitation he threw her battered corpse into the flames.

I didn't realize I was screaming until I ran out of breath. I watched on in horror, the flames licking her pale, dirty blue skin. Her hair burnt to a crisp before falling off completely.

"Momma!" I cried as I watched her skin melting on her muscles. Her face being torn apart every agonizing second. Her empty eyes slowly melting away before vanishing inside her rapidly decaying skull. If I had anything in my stomach I would've have most certainly thrown in back up now.

This is what he meant when he said he was going to burn us into hell.

I sobbed as her body and clothes disappeared, one by one until I could see nothing but blackened wood. My mother was truly gone and I was alone to face the monster.

"This is what happens when you disobey me Leona!" my father screamed at me, lighting another match and holding it out in his right hand, the same one he used to rip my clothes off of me, leaving me standing only in my underwear.

One of his men grabbed the gasoline tank and began pouring it all over me and the wooden chips. He then grabbed my throat and tilted it backwards, pouring a few cups right down my dry and burning throat. I screamed as he filled my mouth with gas, frantically coughing and spluttering, trying to get it out of me. If he lit me on fire, the flame wouldn't just burn me from the outside.

I started crying as he lowered the flame a little bit closer to the wood, giving it enough room so it wouldn't catch on fire, but way too close for my liking.

"Last chance Leonora," he warned me, "Either you crawl back home on my bed and please me, or I'll burn you alive,"

"Fuck you! You miserable cunt! I hate you! I'd rather burn than have your hands anywhere near me!" I screamed at him, knowing full well I just signed my death certificate.

He smirked at me, "Have it your way," and dropped the match.

I could honestly say, never in my life, had I ever, experienced a pain like this. Everywhere all I could see was orange. All I could feel was fire. I reached pitches with my screaming that I didn't even know existed. The fire spread all over my mouth and slipped inside me, burning me alive. I could feel it making its way down towards my stomach. The same one that Aro had been rubbing mere hours ago.

I heard a very loud roar. I assumed it was the flames growing bigger. This is how my life ended. I just hoped the vampire kings forgave me for burning at the stake than being raped by my own father. But I would rather die than to let another man inside me that wasn't them.

The only good side to this was I would be seeing my mother very soon. I hoped it ended quickly. I hoped the fire would burn out and leave me to die in peace.

But the pain stopped.

Something very hard and cold, dragged me out of the flames. It held me like I was an infant that needed attention. It brushed what was left of my hair out of my black face. Then, it bent down and sliced it's teeth through my neck. Then another did the same. And another.

It turns out I was completely wrong. There was a fire worse than the one I had just been in. That was like having a hot bath with scented candles and massage.

The cold arms that pulled me out only brought me to a new pain so unimaginable that I could do nothing but scream so loud, that my own ears started to bleed. It pressed against me, burning me from the inside out.

I yelled, cried, screamed, and begged the cold arms to kill me.

"Please!" I shrieked as it only grew hotter, especially from my heart.

Is this what hell felt like? Where was my mother? Was she going through this too? No! No this isn't fair! Mother and I have spent our whole lives in pain living with my father and now we had to burn for eternity? No! Mother! Mother where are you?! I'm here! Mother please?! Answer me! Momma! I love you! Momma!

My bloody, burnt lips parted and more screams fell from them, like a waterfall, it slipped through my broken fingers, I couldn't stop them... but why would I want to in the first place? I wanted them to know I was pain. I wanted someone to hear me, and to make it stop!

All I ever wanted in life was to be loved! Not this! Never this!

Please... someone help me.

Anyone?

I have to survive for my mother and for my lovers.

A/N: Well... 1 chapter left and then it's the end of Survive For Me. Thank you so much. I will never be able to say that enough. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank for 63 reviews. Thank you for 100 followers. Thank you for 60 favorites. I love you guys so much. And I hope you' have enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing this.